As I spoke with my wife tonight on the drive home, I found myself really looking forward to her return.
Yes, I want to have a lot of sex with her, and maybe at some point call it making love. Yes, the home runs infinitely more smoothly when she's here, and I'm much better as the backup caregiver than as the starting point guard.
But I'm also looking forward to her companionship. I'm going to pick her up at the airport tomorrow and take her to a nice lunch, then hope for the best. Okay, I may also need to work a bit for the best, as well. So maybe it's a chance to shoot for a new normal.
(12 minutes later)
None of this cheery optimism kept me just now, after watching some clips of Obama's deficit speech, from watching that damn Gaddafi video again --of course I insta-rationalized it, knowing from past experience that the dancer keeps her clothes on and therefore wouldn't escort me across a clearly-defined line) and then a related video of a Persian beauty doing her ancient equivalent.
Damn. Well, as I was saying about normal...
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